User blog:MERLOCK/Walls of Red

''It was dark and stormy. Matthias clutched the warm blankets around him tightly. His strong, young hands where freezing and he stumbled along in the forest. He didn't know which way to go, where to turn, where to hide. All he remembered was the sound of breaking glass and screams, swallowed by the silence. A terrible pain as he was hit over the head, then he was silent as well. He had woken up last night, finding his only family, a young lady named Irena, dead. Now he was caught in the terrible whipping rain in the woods, snared in thier mazes. Mathias knew only one thing; though he was strong and Irena herself had told him he would be a warrior someday, he would die if he didn't get out of the cold. He was only six years old.''

But that was before he, in his weariness, fell against the Walls of Red.

Book 1: The Wall
Matthias was running. His strong legs carried him far, and fast. He was going through the peacefull lawns through the hazelnut orchards and finally, he came acrost the cold, cobblestone path. He ran up it, grinning in his delight at the warmth of the red stones. Suddenly, though, his left foot stepped upon the sandle of his right foot, and he fell with a cry of suprise. He tumbled to the ground, badly scraping his knee. Matthias sucked in air through his teeth as he pulled up the hem of his habit and rolled up the brown trousers. His knee was bloody, but he suddenly realized there was a much more important matter at hand. "Our--!" "Nuts." Matthias winced again, but not in pain. It was the voice of his Abbot. He looked up. "M-Mortimer. Forgive me sir--uh, Abbot," he said, kneeling down as best as he could to gather the nuts. "Matthias, let me help you," The abbot knelt down and slowly lost the stern look he had previously had. Matthias picked up nuts and put them in the basket, secretly looking up to admire the face of his abbot. The old man's skin was wrinkled, and he had a long, flowing white beard. His eyes twinkled beneath the square spectacles and his dark green cloak and habbit looked regal on him. Suddenly, though he looked at Matthias not, Mortimer said; "Matthias, you are lost again." Matthias blushed deeply, wishing he had something like a deer's pelt to cover his reddening face as he hastily picked up nuts. But no, a man's skin is all he was granted by Evolution or Creator. No masks to hide embarrasment. Matthias glanced at the Abbot, who was now looking at him. "Matthias." He smiled, staying the boy's hand as it reached to grab another nut. "Come with me, there is something I must tell you."